Teresa's POV
"You gotta pay us, girl! One way or another!" the motorcyclist yells at me.
"Hey honey, what do you think of this girl? Is she pretty?" the woman asks, turning her gaze to the motorcyclist.
"Damn it! Damn it! Just say no!" I think, hoping the motorcyclist will say the words I want.
For the first time in my life, I wish someone would tell me I'm ugly or something similar.
"Yeah, she's real pretty, got a nice ass," says the motorcyclist as he starts looking me up and down.
Damn!
"Well, girl, looks like you can pay us another way," the woman tells me, bringing her face close to mine.
"I don't want to! Stay away from me!" I shout at the woman, her face already very close to mine.
"Girl, you'd better cooperate. My man ain't nice when he's mad, and he doesn't have compass
